💕If Only We Knew💕

Always

"Hurry!" Ham yelled from home. Squints threw the ball to me, I caught it throwing it as fast as I possibly could to Yeah-yeah. 

Before the ball reached Yeah-yeah, Benny ran right passed him. "Pickle!" Ham announced to the team. I watched as Yeah-yeah and Ham threw the ball back and fourth. 

Benny started to run towards Yeah-yeah making Ham throw the ball over to Yeah-yeah. As soon as the ball was in the air and out of Ham's grasp Benny bolted for home. 

My shoulders slopped down at the sound of Benny's foot landing on the sand bag, I groaned along with the others. We all ran over to Benny giving him a high five, I mean we had to congratulate him.

"Good job Benny!" I held my hand out in the air. "Thanks." we slapped our hands together. "Aww man!" Squints yelled from behind me. 

Benny's face went from a smile to angry faster than a light could turn on. "Don't say anything alright? Just stay by me and he won't mess with you." 

"Who-" I questioned turning around at the scene. Boys in red and white baseball outfits road in on their bikes. 

"Phillips." Benny said in anger. I watched as all the sandlot boys threw their gloves on the floor stomping their way over to the boys on bikes.

I turned around watching as Benny quickly picked up a wooden baseball bat from the ground. His jaw was clenched tight, he started walking forward. 

"Who's Phillips-" I was cut off by the sudden jerk. Benny had grabbed my arm pulling me along with him. 

"Remember that guy that was annoying you when you first came?" He asked with an angered tone. 

"Yeah, I remember him. His names Phillips?" I asked.

"Yeah, We all hate him. So don't get all lovey dovey with him." We all approached the boys on bikes. 

I rolled my eyes, "As if." I replied.

"eh, its easy when you play with a bunch of rejects and a fat kid Rodriquez." A familiar boy said.

That must be Phillips, I thought. Sure enough it was the same boy that was getting on my bad side the moment I got here. 

"Shut your mouth Phillips!" Benny barked letting go of my hand. "What'd you say crap face?!" Ham yelled out. Surprisingly Ham was pretty tough. I never got Ham for the tough guy, he always was making jokes and such. 

"I said you shouldn't even be aloud to touch a baseball" Phillips spoke up. 

Anger was beginning to boil up in me. Who does this guy think he is?! Coming onto our field to start up a fight!

"Except for Rodriquez, your all an insult to the game." Phillips said looking directly at Ham.

"C'mon! We'll take you on! Right here, right now!" Ham shouted looking at all of us. We all started cheering and raising our fists in the air. 

"C'mon! Yeah, right now!" Ham yelled making all of our nonexistent feathers ruff up.  "We play on a real diamond porter, you ain't good enough to lick the dirt of our cleats." 

"Watch it jerk." Ham started. "Shut up idiot!" Phillips said raising his voice.

"Moron!" Ham yelled. "scab eater!" Phillips insulted. "Here we go." Squints said under his breath. "Butt sniffer."

"Puss licker!"

"Fart smeller!" Ham yelled, Bertram made a sniffing noise and let out an exaggerated sigh.